On the Night of My Collapse
The lip of the glass sang before I dropped it I hadn’t known red to have a sound a piercing of two cries entangled in fractures drawing more than blood now pooling like dark in my eyes that give way to vertigo when forearms undo gravity holding me in abeyance in lines that smooth toward the crooked and I suddenly have no backbone limp joy as the pain lifts with your straightened legs crumpled as I am with the vapors rising to an occasion of care uncertain like all future good
Travis Chi Wing Lau is Assistant Professor of English at Kenyon College. He specializes in eighteenth- and nineteenth-century British literature, health humanities, and disability studies. His poetry has appeared in Barren Magazine, Wordgathering, Glass, The New Engagement and in a forthcoming chapbook, Paring (Finishing Line Press).